You sacrificed yourself to save a lot of people.′ Her words sounded like a compliment. Her tone sounded like she was calling me an idiot.
Drivin’ the green train I’m all like, Choo-choo! Choo-choo! Can’t catch me! – Oh, poop! A.
Beware!” Piper yelled at the crowd. “Every man in this palace is your enemy. Each one will stab you in the back at the first chance!
I was used to driving my sun chariot across the sky, where every lane was the fast lane. I was not used to the Long Island Expressway. Believe me, even at midday in the middle of January, there is nothing express about your expressways.
No, Satan would be a schlub next to this guy. This guy is like Satan’s fashion consultant.
Let’s start again. Hi, I’m Samirah al-Abbas... You can call me Sam. Everyone does. I’ll be your Valkyrie this evening. Pleased to meet you properly... I will now escort you to dinner.” She forced a smile. “If you embarrass me, I’ll be the first to kill you.
Annabeth rubbed the clay beads on her necklace, the way she does when she’s thinking. She looked beautiful. But I digress.
I imagined the neighbors stopping by to borrow a socket wrench, or take an order for Girl Scout cookies, or murder someone.
Typical,” Pear muttered. “The killers are remembered as heroes. The growers are forgotten. Except by us nature spirits.
She looked up through a haze of pain. At the edge of the garden, a dark figure approached – the silhouette of a man whose eyes shone like miniature headlamps, blinding Reyna. She heard the scrape of iron against leather as he drew another arrow from his quiver.
It had been ten years since she’d called me a butt. We were overdue.
Kill farmers! Ares screamed in his head. Return to the legion and fight Greeks! Mars said. What are we doing here? Killing farmers! Ares screamed back. “Shut up!” Frank yelled aloud. “Both of you!” A couple of old ladies with shopping bags shuffled past. They gave Frank a strange look, muttered something in Italian, and kept going. Frank stared.
The sword pulsed, almost like it was laughing. I imagined it saying, A pen sword. That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.
It wasn’t so much a “survival plan” as a plan for dying in a different place, but we grimly went to work.
Despite the gifts, Calypso obviously didn’t want to see him. One time he poked his head inside the cave and she freaked out, yelling and throwing pots at his head. Yeah, she was definitely on Team Leo.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but before Alex went down the ladder, she gave me a look like You okay? Or maybe she was just wondering why I was so weird, as per usual.
A lot of folks in the Norse cosmos had warned me that names had power. You weren’t supposed to utter them unless you had to. Me, I preferred to wear names out like hand-me-down clothes. That seemed the best way to drain the power out of them.
Each person’s grief has its own life span; it needs to follow its own path.
The most unreal thing about the bar was Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” blasting from the speakers.
A loaded gun – deadly, easy to reach, impossible to ignore.